11/29 For a space,--then the brows ingathered, the lips drew firm, and she put Frona from her. It was only a fortnight old, and not a word had been breathed. "How do you know ?" "You have answered." Lucile watched Frona's open face and the bold running advertisement, and felt as the skilled fencer who fronts a tyro, weak of wrist, each opening naked to his hand. "How do I know ?" She laughed harshly. "When a man leaves one's arms suddenly, lips wet with last kisses and mouth areek with last lies!" "And-- ?" "Forgets the way back to those arms." "So ?" The blood of the Welse pounded up, and like a hot sun dried the mists from her eyes and left them flashing. |